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[verse 1:]

i haven’t heard a peep since his dad passed
salt and pepper the beard, looking at stars never smiles anymore he just act sad
this n+gga rich i know it couldn’t be that bad
mid life, my life was never mid
my wife and seven kids, they said see you at the top but “oops” they never did
the roof is closed, that new coupe got seven gears
he rides through heaven tears
the sun, also out, that mix the joy and pain
the colors are not thе same the rain+
bow effеct, the child in my name was oh so upset
he bounced then he’d sit alone in timeout
and bought a gun, they can f+ck around and find out
he found out he on the spectrum like rainbow colors
never forget, the devil is an angels brother
you tried to make a new world, i couldn’t change the other
i took a bite of a peach from my yard
it made me want to thank my mother for dealing with a
hyperactive, awkward, not attractive, honest, writer, actor, artist
who hasn’t made a piece since his dad passed
you never know when you’ll be hearing that last laugh, that last hug, that last fight, that last f+ck
tip the uber eats driver that last buck
two spicy chicken with fries outside a mansion with no art in it off of i+85
the driver ask for pic, uploaded it
they unloaded on the boy
we call it a instasnitch, a different rich
move to the mountains and buy a farm
a white boy took his daughter to prom
that sh+t haram, right?
the hate his mom type
he shouldn’t be having that crisis hardly
hairline touching his ear dressing like steve harvey
going to dinner, sea moss drinking, playing jidenna “i’m a classic man”
different color rings, calling everybody kings
“where my hug?” with a glass in hand
[verse 2:]

my father couldn’t show me how to get old, maybe they pay you
logo free all of the clothes
maybe the row, shop at the store, give f+cks less and listen more
put up 33 in fourth then kiss the floor
build a table around that peach tree
cream from your cow like half a cup
pull three peaches then cut em up
a little vanilla but not too much
try to tell me that ain’t fresh as f+ck
bought an m3 told your son try not to mess it up
my kids sneaker prints all over my sh+t
im finding happiness the older i get
i bought my moms spot with no deposit
i watch em run from their selves that sh+t is serious
im a man who provides you can’t embarrass us
you shaking hands with these mans because you obligated
they said we friends when really we only conversated
musics predatory, still here you can’t ignore me
not everyones happy for me, thats life
my baby mommas my wife
and when you do something right
theres not a hater in sight
they tried to say he peaked when his dad passed
i need life not the lifestyle
i grown the loud my neighbors ask me to pipe down
3 stacks saying there ain’t sh+t to write down
i did that colonoscopy verse
i p+ssed on all of you haters and leave the seat up
don’t trust the mother of you child, need a prenup?
a billion streams but can’t sell an arena
naaaaaaahh i couldn’t be y’all! the
stadium lights my name in bright neon uh
im f+cking up these hoes on my on my fab four
fake cap, imma make lake with this cashflow
if you ain’t really want to know the truth what you asked for
im gassed up, we gone f+ck em up like i’m tay kieth
keith lee, y’all ain’t got no taste, y’all should eat free
kids play, its a different day, i’m a different beast
nuff said, you done made your bed, we got different sheets
i done been straight y’all seems nappy though
big house, big bank, but is you happy though (is you happy)
yeah is you happy though (is you happy)
i might be on one
i just bought some acres off of fruit funds, thumbing k’s
mama thought that i was holding coupons
erewhon water in my see through
if i bring my n+gga to the table he gone eat too
n+ggas tight like its me too
and i just got my switch back
activate my core like a six pack
n+ggas lay out, im big nap
buzz beater like a free throw (yeah)
got my short with my knees out (yeah)
n+ggas cappin like a key stroke
[bridge:]

yeah everybody go
la la lala x2
(put your hand up high in the sky for me)
la la lala x2
(put your hand up high in the sky for me)

[outro:]

you ain’t got to worry bout me no more x2

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